“architects, sculptors, painters-we all must strive for conceive and create the new building of the future, which will be everything in one single shape, architecture, sculpture, and painting and which will one day rise toward heaven from the hands of millions of craftsmen as a crystal symbol of new, coming faith.”—walter gropius
“Being in a foreign country means walking a tightrope high above the ground without the net afforded a person by the country where he has his family, colleagues, and friends and where he can easily say what he has to say in a language he has known from childhood.”—Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
hostel number 2 was right in the middle of Vondel park. so we had a picnic, checked in, walked through vondel park, and went back to the other park. the entire city of berlin decided to take off work/school and go to the park. pretty, happy people were everywhere riding bikes, walking their dogs and having picnics. all we did all day was nap in the sun, eat popsicles, watch people, and play frisbee. it was fantastic.
the weather wasn’t quite as nice but we didn’t care. we walked around the city and watched people befriend pigeons. and then we got invited to international pillow fight day. i’ve never seen so many feathers in one place. ever.
in amsterdam, everyone and their mother rides bikes. so we rented bikes. and rode to a carnival. and got on a ride that went high in the sky. and ate cotton candy and french fries and watched the people go by.